At least, no one knew...yet.
As a melodious song began to play,
The notes of trumpets and trombones
Twirled around each other ,
To give delight to the ear.
All craned their necks
To see the artists at work,
Painting what they willed
On the blank canvas
Of their audience.
Some looked on,
And others sat mouths agape,
All reveling in the notes
Coming from the instruments
Of the master musicians.
And eyes closed
could all see the magic before them.
How awesome is the one
That made these master musicians.
How great are the one’s hands
who made the master musicians hands
to play so beautifully.
is the power of our God.
The trumpets continue,
the band plays on.
The trombone shines in the rays
Of the spotlight it was meant to be played in
giving glory to the one and only Emmanuel.
the one who came,
The one who gave
to become like the ones
who could not understand.
Who was born in a stable
as a helpless babe
to be taken care of by those
who could not understand
the magnitude of his being.
God as man,
The Prince of Peace.
The Anointed One.
how sweet the sound
of trumpet, of drum
that blend together to tell of God’s peace
and saving grace.
Still held spellbound
the captivated audience claps
after every number,
after every song,
and if they could...
After every breath
of the master musicians.
Dimly lit the church is a magical place.
A place full of mystery of God’s love,
the question hangs in the air,
who will uncover the next spark to an understanding
of God’s love?
The pianist plays as the brass rest,
yet the spell is not broken,
nor will it be until the last notes of the concert
fade into the cold, crisp, clear night.
Which may not happen for a while as a piece of Handel’s Messiah
floats across the auditorium,
never does the audience’s attention waver.
"Have you heard the news?"
The trumpet blares
"Messiah is born!"
"Come and worship at the manger."
Adds the trombone.
The notes around the audience envelope them
in a warm blanket of Christmas cheer.
"Good tidings and joy to all listening!"
the instruments shout
Emmanuel is here. God with us.
What a holy night it was,
a new chance for all.
The Son of God
came to earth with the sole purpose
to die for you.
We celebrate the night he came
the evening he arrived
by a natural birth
that came about with supernatural miracles
in a little town called Bethlehem
that wasn’t supposed to be important
With a teenaged girl
who wasn’t supposed to be important
And a little boy
who no one knew would save the world from their sins
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